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When I sense inner
plights of others, say, and walk
inside their torn shoes

that is empathy
without the slightest shadow
of some merest doubt

For lost soul malaise
whose deep pain goes unnoticed
by the look of things

To listen is a
form of therapy even
for the listener

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Sat, 2022-10-01 11:18
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Regina Regina
Dear M How very caring and beauteously penned, my good friend. You are a bright star bard. Always my deepest best wishes for such a deserving poet as you. I hope you have a wondrous and happy weekend with your diamond pen flowing. My grandson has developed congestion and a hoarse voice. He's 8 and I feel sorry for him. My daughter thinks it's allergies, and I'm hoping we're not all getting sick again. Many blessings to you and your family and friends. :)))))